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Archive for December 15th, 2014

This is among my very favorite Christmas Carols along with ” How a rose er blooming” and the ” Watchman”.

As an amateur astronomer in the northeast for now over 40 years, I await Advent and Christmas with genuine excitement as it is the time of clearest skies. Stars are more brilliant absent the haze notable in other Seasons, especially summer.

Through the lens of the telescope, I travel back in time and ” I wonder as I wander” the great expanse of the heavens. Stars seemingly shine brighter and the deep space treasures, such as the Great Nebula in Orion and the Pleiades, are brilliantly expressive.

Astronomy as prayer is a powerful practice. The science causes us to see more deeply and truly and with ever greater sense of wonder. I think to myself: “The Lord is in his holy temple. Let all the Earth keep silent.

A dark night alone in a field with a telescope and a star chart is the epitome of silent space; a timeless moment of imagination, observation, gratitude and humility. One need only the naked eye, in fact, to stand beneath the canopy of stars and marvel.

Emptying myself of all other thoughts, there is nothing but the watching and the waiting and the amazing realization that in the looking I am being seen. In the loving, I am being loved. In my reaching out to infinity beyond me, another infinity is opening within me.

We are the stuff of stars so, in the final analysis, we are gazing inward anyway.

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First moments, not yet wholly made, and lost within the fog of time,
Now seem not too far off, and call out my song in rhyme.

Arise in me, O sweet reflection, of when I had no face,
when I danced among the beams of light, traversing Holy space.

One day I will rejoin that dance, rejoin the perfect light,
and see the face of endless love, recovering Christic sight.

O Heart that beats on infinite seas, in love with every one,
I pray I live right here and now and love as you have done.

I am a man too often split, ‘tween ground and lofty heaven,
Breath into me and wake me up, so I can be the leaven.

© The Harried Mystic, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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